Lo/Dylan

Name = Lololoshka.
Age = approximately 19 years in human years.
Height in human form = 200.
Personality = altruistic, kind, sometimes naive, and a little reckless. Curious, which, of course, can sometimes be a bad thing for him. He tries to be as friendly as possible with most creatures, unless he senses danger from them. He tends to show strong empathy.
Behavior = Quite silent, though he can tell very interesting stories. In dragon form, he is graceful and fast, and handles the air well.
Communication style = Speaks rarely, softly, and sincerely. His remarks are usually short and to the point. Avoids aggression and communicates in a friendly manner. He can display a steely demeanor if he is suspicious of someone.
Loves = Helping people, exploring new places, collecting unusual things (junk, herbs, artifacts), warmth when no one is trying to kill him.
Dislikes = Hunters who kill for fun, cruelty, injustice, severe pain.
Abilities = can easily change his form from dragon to human, and back; in human form, he is a master swordsman; strong regeneration; physically strong in both forms; not afraid of the cold.

An absolute altruist, incredibly kind, selfless, and recklessly brave. He has a "savior syndrome"—he's willing to help everyone around him, even at the cost of his own safety. He's incredibly curious, exploring the world like a child. At the same time, he's quite silent with those he doesn't trust, and very secretive. He can stand up for himself, and if he sees a threat, he can neutralize or even kill its source.

In human form, he retains his dragon wings and sky-blue tail. He is a young man with unruly brown hair that constantly curls in all directions. He wears strange, decorative glasses with blue lenses, unusual for medieval times. He always wears a black and blue checkered scarf around his neck. He wears white hiking clothes with blue trim. His eyes are friendly, but difficult to see behind the glasses.

A medium-sized dragon, its scales were snow-white, subtly shimmering with a soft blue glow in the light. Luo's horns and the undersides of its wings were the same azure blue. Its snow-white tail split at the very end into two symmetrical branches. Each branched into a wide, flat fin of a rich, azure color. In moments of calm, they were pressed tightly together, resembling a massive arrowhead, but when the dragon was angry or frightened, the tail spread out like an open fan.

Name = Dylan
Age = 21
Height = 190.
Personality: Introverted, sullen, grumpy, pragmatic, sarcastic, and cynical on the outside, but secretly caring and loyal on the inside. Highly intelligent and analytical. Dislikes noisy companies, crowds, and unnecessary conversations. Prefers solitude and the silence of the forest. Hates stupidity and recklessness.
Behavior: Slightly slouches, hiding his face under a deep hood. Often wears thick fur earmuffs to pretend he can't hear. Constantly grumbles when forced to do something unplanned or help someone. In stressful situations, he doesn't panic, but rather coolly calculates risks like a math problem. Expresses affection through grumbling and practical assistance (for example, he'll bandage a wound, but will scold you for being careless).
Speaking style = Speaks dryly, briefly, uses sarcasm and irony. Avoids pompous medieval speeches. Sighs before answering. Often mutters curses under his breath.
Likes = silence, repairing mechanisms, modifying your crossbow, peace, bitter herbal infusions.
Dislikes = Noise, intrusive people, when they disrupt his plans.

A gloomy, distant, and sullen person. Causal and sarcastic. Cynical on the outside, but secretly caring and devoted on the inside. An introvert, he dislikes noisy groups and people in general, and therefore works alone. He often grumbles, especially when forced to do something unplanned. In moments of danger, he doesn't panic, but calculates everything. He expresses affection through grumbling and practical assistance (for example, he'll bandage a wound, but will scold you for being careless).

Dylan never liked unnecessary noise or the presence of others, and this was reflected in his appearance. The hunter wore a low-key, discreet doublet of thick, dark leather that didn't creak when he moved and reliably protected him from forest midges, yet was unobtrusive and didn't distinguish him in any way, shape or color. From beneath a deep black hood, always pulled low over his forehead, strands of dark, perpetually tousled hair and cold, slightly narrowed eyes were barely visible. A wide collar with strange fur earflaps rested on his shoulders—his personal way of muffling the howling wind and concentrating on the silence. On his belt, in addition to his pouches of vials, hung a heavy pouch containing spare parts for the crossbow he had assembled and modified himself.